I talked to several people, but somehow it was always Emma I ended up talking with.In a group of clever people, Emma stood out as clever. When she wan...ed to be a modern bluestocking –conversation about econometrics, baggy clothes, metal rimmed glasses with small circular lenses - she could be. But there was also something sensual about her. She had an attractive face without trying to be attractive, and a shape that most heterosexual men think feminine: curves full breasts and a bottom you. "We'll have to find the road that takes us to the other side of this river." And they traveled down a few twisting lanes and made their way to the hidden dirt road that led to the huge, tall black, rod iron fence. Neither Henry or the constable had ever been there before. They opened the huge gate and drove thru the menacing looking portal, past the tall twisting oak trees and thick forest on each side and the two stone gargoyles that leered down at them with a foreboding air.The long drive and. Jenny next removed her wrap around skirt revealing a pair of red boy panties, which really highlighted her gorgeous ass. When she removed her top she had a matching red bustier. It was easy to see that she worked at a lingerie store for this was very expensive and nice underwear. Jenny, like all the other, made it a point to pick up their discarded clothes in front of me and then prance around the room.Dana was the last to undress. Under her khaki pants she was wearing a pair lacy, latex. When he got his bike off his truck, I put my fuzzy chin next to his jaw. “I’ll see you Monday, fucker,” I whispered in his ear.He shook his head and goosed me. “Monday it is, big boy!”As he started up his bike and rode it into the shop, I took out my last cigarette and lit it.On the way back to my Dad’s house, I stopped at his favorite liquor store. I picked up a carton of Marlboros, a case of MGD bottles, and two fifths of Cutty. I also cleaned out their supply of Monte Cristo cigars.Down.